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			<title>Petrichor</title>
			<description>They lingered in the wake of theirown death; Pulsing Against every vein of life, heavyand diaphanous and silky and coarse,Slipping through fingers and runningaround corners when alive,But shadowing every movement whenghosts . . . . . . and they were there!&amp;nbsp; In th..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Someday is the focal point, today is spent in a dismal joint,Where reality is crushing, and everyone is rushingTo reclaim a youth long gone, rewind back to a sunny dawn;Looking forward and looking back, no patience for the present track.&amp;nbsp;Someday holds no assurances, yet ..</description>
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			<title>Save Me</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m intent on happiness, even for one measlyhour-A single night of impure delight would improve alife so sour.Give me something to work with, take me someplacewild,This is the night of my life, I&amp;rsquo;m not looking for&amp;ldquo;mild&amp;rdquo;.The limo that you can&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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